The author of the book "The Book of the Dead"

Chapter 1: Transmigration
In the ninth year of Taiyuan, the year was Jiashen.

In the distance, there are towering mountains and rolling clouds and fog. In the near distance, there are lush forests and bamboos, and incense is burning in the bamboo stream.

The stream gurgles and meanders around the bamboo forest.

The forest and mountain streams were filled with misty cold fog, as if fireworks were rising from the earth.

Scholars in high hats and wide belts drank from cups flowing around the winding stream. The tray with wine glasses swirled in the water, and whoever it stopped next to would drink it all in one gulp.

The scholars had different demeanors, some were talking at length, some were burning incense and playing the zither, and some were drinking. Their drunkenness was so stunning.

"The transformation of the body is the transformation of the body."

"Like a cicada that keeps its skin and changes its bones, it preserves its spirit and solidifies its form in a cave, and then ascends to become a true immortal." The old man with a long beard had some knowledge of metaphysics. "This mountain beside our Taihu Academy is where Shang Ping, a native of Kuaiji, learned to ascend to immortality."

"It would be nice to ascend to heaven and live forever here." Another middle-aged scholar wearing Xie Gong's clogs sighed while drinking.

When people talk about immortality and the way to become an immortal, most people just treat it as a topic of conversation. After all, becoming an immortal is too illusory and not as real as worldly fame and power.

But there was a young man who listened attentively.

This man wore a hemp cloth scarf, had a fair face and red lips, eyebrows slightly raised at the ends, and a face without any paint. He had a masculine heroic air that did not belong to this era.

Liang Yue stood up, bowed, and said, "Mr. Song Tao, I would like to ask for your advice."

"Please speak." The old Taoist with a long beard, Song Tao Shanren, said kindly.

"Is this corpse-transmutation-into-immortality thing true or false? Does the hermit have magical powers?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the academy laughed as expected.

"Immortal Liang has been possessed by the devil again."

"Everyone in Taihu Academy knows that Immortal Liang Yue likes the study of immortals and metaphysics. Now Mr. Song Tao has hit the nail on the head."

"The story of corpse transformation into immortality is false. The world's people are foolish and the demons are treacherous. The immortal path is vague, and there are only a handful of immortals in history. The old Taoist is a wild man in the mountains, and he doesn't have much knowledge. As for supernatural powers..."

Hermit Song Tao blushed and said, "I am not a good Taoist, so I don't have any magical powers."

The practice of corpse reincarnation to achieve immortality was popular about sixty years ago. At that time, the Five Pecks of Rice Sect and the Fangxian Sect were popular. People worshipped the mysterious way, and whenever a Taoist died, it was said that he had reincarnated into an immortal being.

At that time, there were countless blind followers who were not afraid of death. They pursued the solution of weapons, water, fire, sticks, and even by taking elixirs.

Suicide is rife.

People are not fools. After being fooled several times, this method of immortality through corpse transformation has become a mythical story.

"I see. Sorry for disturbing you, disciple."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Liang Yue's eyes. He bowed and returned to his seat.

"Another fake deity, is this really the Dharma Ending Age?"

It’s a long story. Liang Yue is not from this world. In his previous life, he was an ordinary cow or horse on Earth. He died suddenly due to overtime work one day. When he woke up, he turned into Liang Yue, a poor scholar in Kuaiji County of the Jin Dynasty.

Liang Yue of the Jin Dynasty and Liang Yue of modern times have the same name, appearance, and even the same birthmark.

I don’t know whether it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of the butterfly, or the butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.

It's hard to tell truth from falsehood, it's like a dream.

The reason why he admires the way of immortality comes from an unusual incident that happened five years ago when his memories of his past life were awakened.

“Brother Liang, Brother Liang!”

Just as he was thinking, the scholar next to him woke up Liang Yue who was thinking.

It turned out that Liu Shang stopped in front of Liang Yue, and everyone looked over.

"It seems that Brother Liang has passed away. Brother Liang, please drink this glass of wine."

The wine in the glass was milky white, like water mixed with lime.

Looking at the contents in the cup, the corners of Liang Yue's mouth twitched slightly. This stuff was really powerful. It was the famous Five Stones Powder, made of cinnabar, realgar, alum, indigo, and magnet. When taken with wine, it would make one feel hot all over and float to heaven.

You don't know whether you're a fairy or not, but it's full of heavy metals. Liang Yue couldn't refuse, so he picked up the glass, covered his face with it and drank it all, then pretended to wipe his mouth, but actually secretly spit the wine onto his handkerchief.

I didn't expect that the skills I learned as a cow or horse in my previous life could be used in this place.

Soon, it was getting late.

Mr. Songtao returned to his thatched cottage to live in seclusion, and the group went down the mountain with bamboo sticks and straw sandals.

Taihu Academy is the best academy in Kuaiji County. Most of the students who come here to study come from the families of dignitaries or talented people from humble backgrounds. Liang Yue belongs to the second type.

He walked at the rear of the team.

The headmaster walked slowly and chatted with Liang Yue, saying:
"Song Tao's heart of practicing Taoism is not sincere. He went into the mountains to practice Taoism for fame, in order to win the favor of the nobles and be awarded an official position. All Taoists are like this. People of our generation should take governing the country and bringing peace to the world as their responsibility when studying, and should not seek for illusory things."

"Disciple will keep it in mind. Xuan Dao is just a small hobby of mine. I will never forget the cultivation of the headmaster." Liang Yue replied.

"Have you prepared your poems? The Xie family will hold a banquet next month. If I can be appreciated by the Xie family, my future will be limitless."

"The disciple is thinking."

"Well, it's not a shame to be born in a poor family. A gentleman should work hard day and night and strive for self-improvement." The headmaster Lu Qianzhi encouraged him, then stepped sideways and strode forward.

……

The night is hazy, with bright stars and a bright moon.

The moonlight shines on the windowsill, illuminating the interior scenery.

There were two beds, a table, and a rack with clothes hanging on it.

Liang Yue was wearing a thin inner garment and sitting cross-legged. The moonlight illuminated his face, which had a faint fluorescence, making him look like a jade statue.

If one had the magical eyes of a god, one would be able to see a three-inch white jade silkworm, invisible to the human eye, lying on Liang Yue's shoulder.

The jade silkworm closed its eyes tightly, and its plump body was wrapped with silver threads that seemed to be formed by moonlight.

Liang Yue was in a strange state at this moment. Even though his eyes were not open, he could sense the scenery within a radius of five meters.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and the jade silkworm fell into his hands.

Feeling the warm temperature in my hands, my memory goes back to five years ago.

That night, Liang Yue, the predecessor, went on a long journey and encountered a rainstorm on the way back. He entered a cave to avoid the rain, but eventually lost consciousness due to hypothermia. When he woke up, he regained his memories of his past life.

In the cave, before he died, he found a rotten skeleton and words carved on the wall.

"Yu Ningyangzi, a man who lived during the reign of Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty, practiced Taoism for more than 180 years. At the end of the Dharma, he retired from the world, and the path to immortality dried up. He has survived until now. Now he has died and his body has decayed. There are no immortals in the world anymore, and only the Taiyi corpse-guarding magic weapon and the innate spiritual silkworm are left. This treasure was passed down from the ancient Guangchengzi..."

When he woke up, he found Liang Yue in this world.

Perhaps it triggered the mechanism of resurrection after death, and this spiritual treasure recognized itself as its master.

This so-called innate spiritual silkworm is the thing on your body that others cannot see.

Liang Yue's thoughts returned to reality. He looked at the circles of silver threads of the innate spiritual silkworm and muttered to himself:
"Taiyi guards the corpse, the innate spiritual silkworm."

The function of the jade silkworm is very simple. Once the silver thread on it is fully wound and forms a jade silk cocoon, it can begin to transform its body into a physical form, be reborn after death, and return to youth.

The silver line above is called [Fate]. One circle represents one year of life. Eighteen circles above mean that one has lived for eighteen years.

The first corpse transformation is the eighty-year life pattern.

That is to say, once you live to the age of [eighty], you can begin the process of corpse transformation and body refinement.

Liang Yue couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "With the medical and health conditions in ancient times, can I really live to be eighty years old?"

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